CountdownA Poem by Night EdgeSlam poetry. Haven't heard any? Go listen to some. You won't be disappointed.Ten essays. Ten! Who do they think we are? We're not content with sitting And typing 'til we've got Numb fingers! We're not going to ignore the sun, Life giving sun, For the sake of mass produced papers Reading 'A! YOU PASSED. Not a failure at life anymore.' Whatever happened to taking time off And enjoying the company of friends? No, now Nine hours Of homework Is the norm. Eight times over I've heard Every single word In the English language Told to me In the form of 'Lazy'. And seven times through I've been taught That taking a break Is a sin. Why?! No matter what argument I've brought to light, I'm stuck inside, Hands pressed against the glass Of the 'real world', Because six teachers All gave me the same damn Project! With different subjects! And what am I supposed to do? If I want to pass, I must make those five Hours of sleep Last. If I want to survive In this dire world If I want to stay alive. Four years ago, This didn't happen. In grade three I was free, To do whatever I pleased. To live the life I wanted to lead! Two friends Was all I needed to Get my math work done And then we'd play video games until the sun Went down. And what I'm trying to say is, I've only got one life to lead. Why would I waste it On explaining why Goya Was a damn good artist? © 2010 Night EdgeReviews
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Added on May 12, 2010Last Updated on May 13, 2010 Tags: homework, overworked, cruel, slam poetry, countdown, numbers, spoken AuthorNight EdgePortland, ORAboutNight Edge is my superhero name. Don't ask. I'm quite confident in my awesomeness although some people might disagree. I enjoy writing. It's my life blood. I'm not shy about anything. But I'm almo.. more..Writing
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